The Color of CACAS

As you can see, the color of CACAS is not totally unlike the

color of money, and I'm NOT talking about the lame movie with
that
Doink of an actor in it. Heck no. It's kind of odd really,
that is should turn out that way. I mean, we tried to charge
exactly what it cost to print our two books so that we wouldn't
make any smegging money, because it basically goes against our
grain, but some of us couldn't spell, much less
make proper change at the time.
So we ended up blowing the profit on a quite tasty mongolian
BBQ.

That's when we left off. We're kind of going from there; some
of

us went far, far away. 50% of us did, actually. Some others of
us
did not go very far at all, at least not permanently. Some
dabble in
making music, some don't. Some have high-brow well paying
jobs,
some DON'T by a damn long shot. Some do by a VERY long shot.
Some need to be shot.

Anyway, that's where we left our hero, CACAS, trembling on the
brink
of everybody being way too busy with work/school/fiences (I can't
even spell 'fiancee,' so you know it's not this puppy), and
now
we're getting our smeg in a basket.

And this is the basket. We've been sending data (not the
smeghead

on the [dippy show for Doinks, {whatever that means}]) over
phone
lines since old people could only do it. This is easier, but
it
definitely suffers in terms of dynamic personality. BBS and all
that
kind of thing, if that means a damn thing to you.

Anyway; I'm not the only one. I fully expect some other CACAS

freaky-freaky boy to come and edit the hell out of this diatribe
B4
anyone is actually stupid enough to waste their time reading
useless
junk
like this. HAR-UMPH.